Battle Royale Tournament

Brazza nodded and was just about to chime in, but Dodai beside him raised a hand to stop him, then looked calmly at Yagura.

"What exactly does Lord Yagura mean by 'deregulated'?"

Cloud Hidden was accustomed to speaking through strength, but they were by no means fools. Yagura's words were ambiguous, and speaking out rashly was not a wise choice; they would wait until he laid out his objective before making a decision.

Kitsuchi raised his eyes to sweep across Kirigakure's seats. After a brief moment of thought, he spoke honestly, "That's right. This concerns the fundamental rules of the exams and leaves no room for carelessness. Lord Yagura might as well spell things out clearly."

It was still a cautious stance.

Chiyo gently stroked the texture on the surface of her cane, her eyelids half-drooped in a sleepy-looking manner.

Yet every single conversation in the Council Hall, and what calculations each party was making at the bottom of their hearts, fell into her eyes without a single omission. She was in no rush to state her position.

In the primary seat, Hiruzen Sarutobi held a pipe in his right hand without lighting it. He looked calm, appearing merely to carefully weigh the pros and cons of this proposal.

The two old foxes maintained silence simultaneously, neither refuting nor chiming in.

Upon seeing this, Yagura cared little for the silence of the Four Great Nations and directly cast out his complete proposal—only, it was somewhat shocking.

"My request is simple."

"No referees or emergency rescues will be stationed inside the Forest of Death; assembly points will only be set at the entrances and exits. All bloodshed within the forest is tacitly permitted."

"Only teams that walk out of the forest alive are qualified to step onto the stage. Those who